Beach life, December 22nd 2023

Light shining through a crack in the clouds over Shoreham Beach.

Term finished yesterday. Today, I have a cold.

Obviously.

The single biggest thing that would improve my AI prompt writing skills: not making typos.

Oh, shit. The dolphins have had enough and are coming for us.

Fog on the Adur.

Fog over the River Adur, looking eastwards from the Adur Ferry Bridge.

What if the real X/Twitter replacement isn’t a Twitter clone at all?

When the problem contains the obvious solution:

Residential areas are increasingly unaffordable even for the middle classes, while the office districts are being hollowed out by working from home.

So, refurb the redundant office space as living accommodation, make city centre living affordable again, and rejuvenate city centres as love/work places not commuting destinations. Move forwards, not backwards.

Ah, the horror on my daughter’s face was only matched by the delight on mine when Siri delivered The Wurzels version of I wish it could be Christmas everyday, rather than the original…

Proper job.

Sad to see TinyLetter closing down. It was ahead of the curve on newsletters, but got bought by MailChimp, and was left to wither on the vine.

MailChimp is all about the marketing, and that’s very different from editorial newsletters.

It’s easy to claim you have ethical supply chains. It’s much harder to actually monitor them to check, say, your outdoors costs aren’t being made by Chinese prisoners.